Bewildering Sand Realm.
The sandstorm was growing increasingly violent.
Boom!
Boom!
The howling wind sounded like thunder.
The ferocious gale exceeded an astonishing five hundred kilometers per hour.
Vast amounts of sand were swept into the sky, darkening the entire heavens until it looked nothing like a normal noon.
Crunch!
Accompanied by the sound of sand being crushed underfoot.
Cheng Han strode toward the crest of a dune.
The entirely green Great Sand Ant, as usual, followed closely behind him.
A strange force surrounded the man and ant, keeping the raging wind and sand at bay.
Ten minutes later.
Cheng Han stepped onto the top of the dune.
Although visibility was poor.
With his sharp eyesight, he could still vaguely make out an Outpost Tower over a hundred meters tall standing dozens of kilometers away.
Cheng Han blinked, and an illusion naturally emerged.
Metal Racks had suddenly appeared across the surface of the tower, each loaded with Mystic Weapons aimed diagonally at the sky.
By rough estimate.
There were no fewer than two thousand Mystic Weapons.
And these were only the weapons exposed outside.
Inside the tower.
There would only be more Mystic Weapons.
Cheng Han could not help curling his lips as he muttered, "They even came up with Anti-Air Towers. These people really are imaginative."
This had not been his guidance.
Rather, it was a defensive installation designed and constructed by the people of the Bewildering Sand Realm themselves.
The Space-Time Sacs of the Calamity Insect Swarm were about to descend upon this realm in large numbers, so such Anti-Air Towers would obviously be very useful.
Squeak! Squeak!
The Great Sand Ant noticed the sight as well and cried out a few times.
Just then.
Cheng Han suddenly sensed something and raised his head toward the darkened sky.